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To get a better picture of Robby, he is wearing a blue sweatshirt with blue jeans and black running shoes.

Enter Robby

236 days in

Setting: Its 8:00pm at night, takes place in the woods where a there's a camp with logs to sit on by a fire pit. An ambulance truck is parked next to the fire pit. There are four tents to the side of the fire pit and at the opposite end there is a small table with boxes of food and supplies.

I went through the last of the supplies we had. Mostly the medical stuff. There wasn't that much left. Just some morphine, gauzes and a box of Advil. Dang, we could definitely get more pain reliever to kill the headaches and fever that scatters through the group.

I sorted the medical stuff back into the medical supplies box. I walked on over to the rest of the guys sitting around the small fire barbecuing a squirrel! I sat on the log next to an older man named Virgil who was the leader of our small group. Virgil is black and is wearing a green shirt with dark blue jeans and brown shoes. Across the fire were Gustavo and Phil.

Gustavo was around Virgil's age of around his forties. He is mostly Virgil's right hand man when it comes to decisions. They were best friends after all and they both were the ones who found me when I had nowhere else to go. Gustavo is Mexican who wears a white long sleeve shirt with tan shorts that go to his knees and wears white tennis shoes. Gustavo and Virgil always take things seriously to ensure our survival in this zombie apocalypse.

Phil was actually a year older than me, a twenty year old know it all... He was the last to join our group. Phil seemed to lighten things up when times were bad which made our gloomy days a lot better since he was around. He wears a black tank top to show off his muscular arms with blue skinny jeans with holes in them to go with his short black work boots.

Virgil turned his attention to me, "So, how are we doing on medical supplies?" I lifted my head up from the ground, "Not good, the only things left are morphine and one pack of gauze pads… and Advil good for one person."

Virgil changed his gaze to the squirrel getting roasted, "hmmm, well I hope Kevin can come across some building that's got more supplies so we aren't so short on what we have left."

Kevin was our scout, who I thought was Chinese, but I am not sure, he could be Korean, and he had an accent. He didn't say much and was the silent man of the group. He was very agile and quick which made him the perfect person to go scavenge for food and other useful supplies he came across. Of course he carries a back pack with him to store the things he comes across until the days vital materials are found.

Kevin was currently on another run for more stuff we need like food since we just ran out, which is why we only had one squirrel over the fire which was a very delegate fancy for dinner. Kevin left three hours ago and was not back yet which was unusual because it usually only takes him an hour and a half to get back with food.

Gustavo checked his watch on his wrist, "Kevin hasn't been back here for a while. Do you guys think something happened to him?" Phil crossed his arms at him, "I'm sure he's fine maybe he found an abandoned home out here and picked the place clean."

I disagreed with him, "I don't think so Phil, and he's been gone for three hours! Maybe he is in trouble? We should go search for him now if he is in trouble!"

Virgil placed his hand on my shoulder, "Cool your jets Rob! I'm sure Kevin is fine… but if he doesn't make it back here in thirty minutes then we will go search for Kevin. So let's eat this squirrel before it becomes too burnt to eat, okay?"

Gustavo and Phil nodded their heads in agreement and turned to me for my answer.

I nodded after a moment, "Sure, I guess that's fine."

Virgil smiled and looked at everyone, "Good now let's eat what we can from this animal."

Virgil was about to take the squirrel off the fire as soon as we all heard a noise coming from the bushes.

We froze in our positions as we kept staring into the direction of the noise that grew louder. The large bush in front of where the noise came from started to move and I was prepared to defend myself by getting up to go sneak over to the medical truck and both grab a chainsaw and my shotgun. I was ready for anything to come out of that bush.

Phil noticed me armed with two weapons in my hands and whispered, "Really Robby?! You don't have to go all Rambo right now!"

I whispered back "Well I want to be ready for whatever is about to come out of that bush!"

Virgil put his hand out for us to shut up and whispered angrily, "Quiet!"

The figure that came out from the bushes slowly appeared with a bloody face with cuts and bruises on him. He was carrying three canned foods in his hands but was shaking as if he was really ill. It was Kevin!

Virgil was the first to speak, "My god! Kevin what happened to you?!"

We all waited for him to respond as he looked at everyone near the fire. He returned his attention to Virgil who was patiently waiting for his answer since he rarely speaks.

"I… found this diner as I went scavenging for food. I got attacked by a walker that I didn't see coming from when I was observing the diner for any signs of people." He paused. "The walker caused me to slam my face against the bark of one of the trees but I didn't get bit either. I escaped the walker by breaking one of his legs so he didn't follow me to the diner."

Kevin stared at the canned foods he had in his hands. "I took off to the diner to see if I can grab any supplies that were left. There was a truck to the side of the diner that had the back open filled with foods, medicine and other stuff that was useful that I tried getting until I was caught by a guy… I think his name is Roman… I never spoke when he tried to interrogate me so he could never know who I was and he thought I couldn't speak English. He binded my wrists and put a blind fold on my face and brought me somewhere to try to decide what to do with me."

"He called his whole group over to where he was keeping me to have them decide what to do with me. He let them decide to either kill me or let me go. But in the end they decided to let me go with some food showing that they meant peace."

Virgil walked over to Kevin and grabbed the canned foods off his hands. He motioned Phil to grab the canned foods and store them where we kept the rest of our supplies which was in a box next to the medical stuff.

Virgil asked Kevin, "How far is this diner from here?"

"It's about three miles away."

It was strange that Virgil asked Kevin that question. I hope he isn't thinking about going over there after they almost killed Kevin. "Why are you asking about the diner, we aren't going over there are we?"

Virgil sighed and turned from Kevin to me. "Why not? It seems like we don't have other options."

I questioned him, "What do you mean by we don't have other options, of course we do! We can just resume our normal routines of looking after the camp and minding our own business! Not getting involved with other people!"

"Man Rob! Can't you see that we are in the middle of a psychotic apocalypse! All there's left now is survival! We are low on food here and that diner might carry a ton of food that can last for months! Think about it! All we have to do is kill all those people so we can claim the diner for ourselves."

I couldn't believe what Virgil is telling me. The fact that he suggested to kill the people for their supplies and claim the diner in the process was sickening. I feel betrayed by him because I trusted him throughout this whole ordeal of bearing through this hell our whole group was in. I see him ascending to becoming a monster ruining innocent lives that don't deserve to be taken away.

I looked to Phil for support, who was standing over by the food supply box he dropped the three canned foods in. He crossed his arms at me and held a worried face. Phil shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry man, Virgil has a point. We've been in this mess for a long time… The diner would make a good change from being out here in these woods all the time and plus it would be more secured then here for sure!"

I can't believe Phil of all people would go along with this crazy inhumane plan! I guess he is becoming just as desperate for more supplies like Virgil has, even if it means killing innocent people which I will never abide by ever!

I gave Phil an angered look, "Are you serious Phil! You don't care about what kind of innocent people they are? Look, they didn't kill Kevin for goodness sake!" I turned and looked at Virgil then back to Phil, "That means they're good people just looking after themselves! And we're standing here and talking about murdering them! That's messed up!"

There was a long pause that went on for about a minute so it allowed enough time for everyone to process what I said. Gustavo walked over to where Virgil and Kevin were and broke the silence.

"I know that you don't agree with Virgil's plan but Phil and I still stand with Virgil."

I looked from him back to Phil who nodded in confirmation with what Gustavo said. Damn. I guess Kevin agrees with this too because a hundred percent of the time he goes with the majority rule. I'm stuck in the minority.

Virgil then began making a command for setting the plan into action, "Okay so when morning rises, everyone will gather their weapons we have, and march on over to the diner got it?"

Everyone nodded except me. Virgil walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, "I need to know if you're with me or against me Rob?"

I had to be smart at this moment. If I told him I was against him, he may try to kill me which I didn't want to happen. I had been in his group for only a month but right now, I didn't know him anymore. I thought he was a good man but with what just happened, he is unpredictable at this point.

I want to stay on his good side so I quickly thought of a good reasonable response to his question, "Yes… I'm with you Virgil, but are you sure that everyone should leave to go attack the diner while we leave our own camp site abandoned and undefended by walkers?"

Virgil thought for a moment, "That's a good point, we need to come back here anyway to retrieve the rest of the stuff that's around here, plus we will need you to drive the ambulance truck over to the diner after we finished off the peeps."

"Should I stay and watch the camp then?"

Virgil chuckled, "Of course, you're the best person for the job since you didn't like my idea anyway but I won't hold that against you. After we leave tomorrow, you can start packing the stuff we got useful left and pack them into the ambulance truck. I'll send Kevin back over to signal you when we take care of the folks. Now… you game?"

As soon as he said that I started to form my own evil plan in my brain. He has no idea what I will do, how pathetic. "I'm game."

"Good now I want you to see if you can take care of the cuts on Kevin's face before heading off to sleep okay?"

I obeyed his order, "Sure, I'll take care of him quickly." Then I signaled Kevin over to where the medical supplies were and started patching him up while the others went off to go eat the squirrel that was still over the small fire.

Next Morning

Everybody was armed and ready to head over to the diner to commence the attack. I knew what I had to do after they took off. I didn't want to stay with Virgil and his group anymore. I'm going to head out on my own and do the best I can to survive with what I can carry.

Virgil and his group were standing by our tents getting ready to go. Virgil who held a hand gun in his left hand, walked over to where I was sorting through the box of supplies, "Hey Rob, we are going to leave now, make sure you pack up the tents and the supplies into the medical truck like I told you yesterday okay?"

I looked up from the box to where Virgil stood, "Okay… be careful out there."

"We will." He turned around to return to where the armed men were waiting, "Alright guys let's get moving." They all obeyed by walking over past the bushes toward the direction of the diner with Kevin leading them followed by Virgil. Phil and Gustavo followed suit.

I now stood alone observing the empty camp. Knowing what I was going to do once I choose the path I'm taking, there's no going back. I quickly grabbed both boxes of food and medical supplies and stuffed them into the open trunk of the ambulance. I ran over to my own red tent and took it apart. After completing the task, I placed the bundled tent next to the boxes. The last thing I needed to get was my weapons.

I left my shotgun and chainsaw over by where Phil's tent was. They were lying on the side of his tent. I left my gun and melee weapon there from last night to help bandage Kevin and forgot about them there. I paced myself over to them walking past Gustavo's tent until I felt myself getting tackled to the ground. When I turned to see who my attacker was, it was a walker.

This walker was wearing an orange jumpsuit so I assumed that this zombie used to be a prisoner which frightened me a little. He was right on top of me trying to bite my face off. I placed my hands on his face preventing him from setting his jaw on me. I finally pushed him off to the side and tried to reach for one of the two weapons lying in close range to my reaching hands. I finally stood back up to get to reach my shotgun until I felt the zombie's hands pulling on my foot which I tried kicking off but the walker didn't let go.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that one of his feet was missing which made him scarier.

I couldn't move forward since my leg is restrained by him. I quickly turned to kick him away from my leg until he reached up and tackled me to the ground again. Shoot! This undead prisoner is not giving up so easily! I looked to where my two weapons were and realized that my arm can reach the chainsaw.

The prisoner was crawling on top of me trying to reach my face again. I pushed him back enough for me to reach to the chainsaw that was right above my head. I turned it on hearing the roar of the chainsaw start. The walker was still crawling over me until I plunged the chainsaw directly into its head which sliced it in half. His brains spilled all over my blue sweatshirt.

I gasped and let myself rest on the ground for a bit before removing the dead corpse off me and stood up. The foul smell and blood stain on my sweatshirt was beginning to intoxicate me. I held my mouth feeling like I was going to throw up but the feeling passed. I observed the damage I had done to the corpse lying on the ground. I sighed running my hand through my hair, "Man, this is a mess." I realized that if this walker managed to crawl undetected into our camp, then there could be others nearby.

I ran back to the ambulance placing the chainsaw along with the other stuff in the back. Not forgetting my last weapon, I ran over the corpse to reach my shotgun. I checked to see if there was plenty of ammo in the shotgun. There were only three bullets left so I ran to where Virgil's tent was and grabbed some extra ammo from inside his tent.

I finally ran back to the driver's seat of the medical truck dropping the shotgun onto the passenger seat. I closed the door and tried starting the vehicle. But the engine wouldn't start. I kept restarting the truck hoping the engine will roar to life but it still failed to start. I gave up knowing that this truck has had it and slammed my hands on the steering wheel frustrated, "No! Why do you do this to me now?!" I pounded my fists onto the steering wheel letting out my anger. I seriously felt like beating up my truck but it's pointless. I had to form a plan b for my departure. I will have to walk on foot since there was no other vehicle around. I slumped into my seat trying to fast think of what I need to do.

About two minutes passed and I had formed plan b. I searched the buttons and controls inside the ambulance trying to find the alarm switch. It took a moment until I found the switch and flipped it. I heard the loud noise of the siren going off from inside the truck. I stepped out of the vehicle hearing the alarm pound into my ear; I rushed to the back of the trunk and reopened it. I grabbed the small backpack that was to the side of the boxes and started putting the medicine and canned foods inside in a hurry knowing the alarm is attracting walkers from a far distance and I didn't want to be here to meet them. The last thing I put into the bag was the bundled tent but it ended up sticking out of the backpack so I zipped it to where it stuck out.

I wanted to take the chainsaw with me but when I tried testing the chainsaw in my hand, it was out of fuel. Well so long to the chainsaw. I threw it back into the open trunk and ran to the passenger side and grabbed the shotgun. I closed the door and looked to the empty camp for the last time knowing it won't stay like that forever. The alarm will bring the undead here and if Virgil decides to take his group back to the camp then the walkers will take revenge on them for me.

I held my backpack over my left shoulder with my shotgun in my right hand; I am now ready to leave this tainted place for good. I run off into the woods with the hope that I will survive on my own.

End of Robby's story